Part 15

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Fuck. She was drunk again. Melissa would be so disappointed in her. A giggle escaped her, and she frowned. She shouldn’t be giggling. She should be trying to run.

“Don’t even think about it.” The dark voice came from the end of the bed, and she struggled to sit up, focusing on Phantom.

“Think about what?”


Wait, had she said that out loud? The smirk on his face said that she had. Goddammit. She looked around the room and frowned. Where were they? Oh right, Phantom’s room. They had run out of booze in the basement. She leaned back against the pillows and studied Phantom sitting at the end of the bed. He was awfully handsome. If someone hadn’t set the world spinning, she might try to get in his pants. Or get to what was in his pants. She waved the empty beer bottle, and Phantom raised an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he asked, that smug bastard.

“I’m not that drunk,” she said, then almost giggled again.

“Just let her drink. At least she can’t run from us if she can’t walk in a straight line,” Wolf said from the floor beside the bed. She rolled over and looked at him, studying his face, from his blue eyes to the scars crossing his skin.

“You know, you are awfully pretty.”

“Pretty? Really?” Wolf asked, giving her a full smile.

“Yeah, pretty. I just wanna pet your beard all night.” She focused on the tattoo poking out just below the short sleeve of his t-shirt and reached out to push it up so she could see more.

“What on earth are you doing?” Phantom asked when she fell off the bed in her effort to study the tattoo.

“Trying to see more, of course,” she explained while pulling off Wolf’s t-shirt.

“Hey, cut that out.” Wolf tried to push her away, but she clung to the fabric.

“But I want to see.” A bright idea came to her, and she sat up and pulled off her own t-shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing now?” Phantom asked with a groan. He walked over and grabbed the t-shirt, holding it out to her. “Put this on again.”

“No, see, I got tattoos too.” She held out her arms and twisted her torso so they could see the one on her back. “See, I even got one here,” She said and started to pull down her pants, revealing the tattoo across her hip and thigh. Like the ones on her arms, the tattoo on her hip and thigh was a mix of flowers, skulls, and weapons.

“Put your damn clothes on again.” Phantom’s voice was tight with emotions, though she wasn’t sure which one. Maybe he felt like spanking her again.

“No, I showed mine. Now I want to see yours.” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

“Just show her so we can get her drunk ass in bed,” Wolf said and sat up. She watched as he pulled his t-shirt off and revealed the hidden tattoos. Black swirls covered his torso, and Reaper had a sudden need to trace each and every one of them with her tongue. She noticed more than a few scars crossing back and forth across his skin, and her fingers itched to touch. Fighting to look away before she did something stupid, she turned and looked at Phantom.

“Show me,” she demanded, her voice just a whisper. Phantom straightened and pulled off his t-shirt. A dragon crawled over his left shoulder, watchful eyes staring at the world. Even in her drunken state, she could appreciate the art.

“Fucking beautiful.” She got up on the bed and crawled in front of Phantom. She thought he would pull away, but he slowly exhaled and relaxed when her fingers made contact with the tattoo. She looked up at him, his light brown eyes pulling her closer, but just before her lips touched his, a hand on her chest pushed her back.

“You saw them. Now it’s time for bed.” His voice was shaking, and she couldn’t help grinning when she noticed the bulge in his pants. Oh, he wanted her.

“But I’m not tired,” she purred and leaned against his hand, still resting between her breasts.

“Not my problem,” he said and pushed. She fell onto her back and bounced on the bed before relaxing into the soft bedding. She tried watching as the two men got undressed, but sleep dragged her under. Stupid fucking alcohol.

Published by Tea Spangsberg

Tea is an Author who claims to be a Viking, but in reality she would suck at it as she get terribly seasick.

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